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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:02 pm
He had felt it before the door even opened.
Had sensed that presence, that tingling in his lower back.
It was as if the tag on his slacks had somehow come alive to wiggle against his bare skin, flickering like a tongue over the name which was scripted into his flesh.
Kamiya Ryoji's violet eyes narrowed, the glare from classroom lights reflecting off of his glasses and making it impossible for anyone to see what his gaze had focused on.
A gaze that was watching the person who had just entered the classroom... who had handed a slip of paper to Rauko-sensei... and who had just looked at the top score student.
'Hell no.'
Just two words, the only words that Ryoji thought upon seeing the young man who he knew, without a doubt, had a name identical to his own on the small of his back as well.
This wasn't how he'd planned it!
A baffoon who couldn't even walk into the room properly. From the look in the young man's eyes, it was obvious that he was stoned or on some form of heavy medication.
Pink hair was mussed...
Pink...
Ryoji could almost twitch at the very sight. He despised pink in all of it's forms and fashions. Umeboshi were pink... well sometimes a bit more red than pink, but he detested them as well and, with them, came his strong hatred and dislike of the girlish color itself.
'This pathetic twit can't be my Fighter.' the young man thought to himself, violet gaze still hidden by reflected spectacles, and yet roving over the pink haired youth's entire form.
Throwing the young man's fashion sense aside, for that was something that Ryoji would rather dwell on in a setting outside of the classroom, just reading this new-comer's body language, his entire demeanor, was enough to automatically make the purple haired teen nearly shiver in anger.
'He's weak! Seeking some form of solace through drugs... He's not able to walk into the room without making a spectacle of himself. How in hell is he going to perform on a battlefield?!'
For himself however, Ryoji never said a word.
He continued to move the desks as Rauko-sensei had asked, focusing on this task even more now.
Ryoji's entire appraisal of Shuichi had happened in less than five seconds.
The self-loathing of having to be stuck with a weak Fighter however... was going to last him a life time.
'How can I prove myself to HIM now?!'
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:36 pm
Ruthless
"This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it"
Shuichi tilted his head to one side as he regarded Ryoji, almost to the extent of ignoring everything else. His back itched, and he absently reached a hand back to scratch at it. The pink haired boy still wore a smile on his face but now it was slightly confused instead of dazed. Shaking his head somewhat, Shuichi tried to free himself of the soporific effects of the medicines that were by not habitual. Maybe they were still a little too strong for his needs. He shrugged and continued his rather off kilter study of the boy before him. Somehow he didn't think that this was going to be easy.
Sacrifice came to his mind, but it just drifted there, formless for a moment or two before he shook his head again. This. . . nerd was his Sacrifice? the smile slipped from his face. He sighed and shifted his bookbag over his shoulder. Nothing to be done about it now but make do with what had happened.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:04 pm
For a long time, Yuujinchou simply leaned against the counter near the trash can, watching Azreal as he began to cook.
He didn't say anything for the moment, not only because the silence was somewhat comforting... but because he really and truly didn't know what to say.
Eventually however, he knew he would need to speak up, least things seem a bit awkward.
"Aren't you going to be a bit late for school?" Jin asked softly, obviously a bit worried.
It had seemed that the two brothers were going to be giving quite the lesson today, and Yuujinchou didn't want to be the one who got in the way of their work.
"Rauko-sensei," Ryoji spoke up, the glare on his glasses fading as he pushed them up on his nose again. "There is actually one thing from the texts that did bother me..."
He was pulling another desk out of the way, now that Rauko was a bit distracted by all the students running in, and well... out... of the room.
"What exactly will we be learning, if our pairs are not complete?" he asked, violet gaze focused on the teacher. "What I mean to say really... is how effective will pairing myself with you, actually be, in comparison to being paired with our true partners?"
That wasn't, however, to say that the young man wanted to be paired with... Shuichi, was his name?... but he simply wanted to know if this fight would garner any actual experience for he himself as a Sacrifice.
He was also hoping that Rauko would introduce this new student with a last name... because honestly... Ryoji cringed at the idea of having to be on a first name basis with any peer.
It took a moment for Ginyuushijin to reply... though when he did, he began to laugh darkly.
"What do I want?" he asked, his cold gaze betraying only humor at the question and no further emotion. "What do I want?"
The man smirked, thinking over that simple question.
To answer truthfully would display something about the deepest part of the Blank's soul... but to lie would betray the trust that Verin had placed in him thus far.
An answer worthy of a middle-ground seemed to be the best course.
"What I want... is not something that I need." Ginyuushijin spoke carefully, though his gaze never wavered. "It is something that I once had, and plan to have again." he sat up, leaning teasingly close to Verin as he whispered one word.
"Power."
Then, as if in a flash, Ginyuushijin was standing and walking toward the door again. He slid it open enough to kneel and pick up the tray of tea just outside, before returning into the room and closing the door behind him.
The man set the tea tray on the low table near where Verin was sitting, and carefully poured two cups of the longjing tea. Gently, he pushed one cup toward Verin, before picking his own up and sipping slowly.
"Then again..." Gin whispered, the thoughtful expression that he wore only masking his true feelings. "Who doesn't want what one misses?"
Eyes wide, Noriko looked around in fascination. "Your room... I mean... you sleep with weapons in your room?" she looked at Aza in confusion.
This, she hadn't exactly expected.
Indoor training rooms yes... but training in her room?
"And even with weapons over the bed! Aren't you afraid they might fall off during a midnight earthquake and hurt you?"
(((The bit about the weapons over the bed... hehehe. My own mom used to worry about the same thing because I have Legolas knives replicas that hung over my bed... and they are EXTREMELY sharp.)))
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:16 pm
Ruthless
"This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it"
Shuichi looked from the teacher to the student, then decided to take matters into his own hands. He took a step forward and extended his hand toward Ryoji.
"Hello, I'm Shuichi Hashimoto. And you would be?"
He looked politely abstract while he waited for a reply, if any. The pink haired boy half expected to be reprimanded or spend the rest of the period in the hallway holding up buckets of water.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:28 pm
For what seemed like an eternity, violet eyes focused on the young man standing before him with outstretched hand.
Ryoji had already made up his mind not to shake the hand, that much was obvious when he made no move forward.
Right now, the thought going through the Sacrifice's mind, was more of a contest of wills.
Should he acknowledge this Fighter?
Or should he let this Shuichi figure it out on his own.
"Kamiya Ryoji." the purple haired youth spoke, though he continued moving desks and ignored the offered hand completely now. "Apparently, Hashimoto-san, you and I are partners."
It was obvious from the way that he spoke that final word however... that Ryoji was far from pleased about the entire affair.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:45 pm
--Relentless--
"Relentless to survive, Relentless to protect -- Relentless in life."
Hashimoto Shuichi. With a medical problem, without any more hints to it, Rauko didn't know how well this kid would be in his class. "Hachi-moto, is that correct Shuichi?" It was an attempt to pronounce the last name. Azreal was good at last names while Rauko was best at the first. He would have to speak with this kid here soon, if given the chance, just to understand the medication this kid was taking. If it was the certain kind that Rauko was thinking of, the poor child would either have to stay out of the fights, or leave the class for his own sake.
"If the pairs are not complete, the lessons will still be the same for the first few weeks. If one has not found a partner by that time, then they would be paired with either my brother or myself for the duration of the class or until they find their partners." Rauko stated, wanting to change the fact that kids would be paired with his brother. His brother had his Fighter now, and knowing Azreal, would not change for another.
"As for what one would learn, the lessons are the same with or without one's true partner and one would learn everything either way. No, not everything. It would be best for them to be paired due to the fact they get used to their partners. That, and figure out how best to act with their partners instead of anyone else. If you do learn someone else's habits and traits and not your partners, there would be a chance that you could apply what you learned when you meet up." The first part was from the book, the second part was from Rauko himself. He would not answer that question with lies from the book.
"This is where I prepare my weapons. A habit before I go to sleep. The weapons over the bed are in case I feel threatened. I cut my hand one night with the simple 'knife under the pillow'. They are tied in a way that only the right kind of pull would remove them. Along with every weapon on the walls. Nothing will move unless I move them myself." Precaution. Many of these weapons could not be found anywhere else, many so rare that the collectors and museums would pay millions just for one. But Aza wasn't bragging, for they were only a sign of how much she loved weapons and how much her master loved her protection.
 Verin allowed his eyes to tighten at the laughter. This wasn't a funny question, yet he didn't say anything. As he watched the other go from laughing to silence, Verin allowed his eyes to soften only slightly. Gin was thinking. Probably about what he truly wanted or how to best answer Verin's question without playing into the man's hands. Power? Everyone was after power. It was not a unique answer, yet it was probably the safest. Verin was also after power, domination, and the best out of the best. Power was just one of those things that everyone seemed to be after in this world. But there was something else. What he once had and lost. Recalling the earlier conversation, Gin's brother had power before he refused this world, or something like that. Gin was planning on getting his brother on their side, thus getting power back. Yet, Verin could possibly be looking too far into Gin. After everything, was Gin that simple? As the smell of tea reached his nose, Verin kept his hand from moving towards the cup until after Gin spoke next. Poison testing. Waiting a few more seconds, Verin pulled the cup into his own hands but didn't take a sip. He just wasn't thirsty at the exact moment but wanted to feel the warmth on his skin. There was no need to speak to this question. It was an obvious answer, one that would hint too much at his own past. Once Verin was sure the tea wasn't poisoned by the staff Gin had hired, the man raised the tea to his face. One last sniff of the tea tested for any smell of poison before he took a careful sip of the tea. Not swallowing until the taste of everything in the tea was found, Verin allowed himself to swallow. His mouth was used to the heat, his stomach nor throat wasn't. 
Azreal was used to the silence. It was best to think with and what his brother often gave him when either of them needed it. No, Azreal would much rather enjoy the noise rather than the thought filled silence. His thoughts now were too harsh to be thinking without any proof.
"My brother is covering my shift for me. If you were in better shape, we would both be at the school. With how you were this morning when my brother left, you were far too weak to stand let alone go through with the first class. If, when, you get your strength back, we can see about you going to school. As for me, as long as you are meant to be bedridden by my brother, I shall stay here." Oh yes. Rauko had ordered, no recommended, that Azreal stay home and keep this one from trouble. And getting out of bed was the kind of trouble Rauko had been talking about.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:47 pm
Ruthless
"This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it"
Shuichi cleared his throat after it was clear that the student wasn't going to shake his hand and rubbed the offered hand absently on his jeans.
"Nice to meet you. " He was silent a moment and then looked away, uncomfortable in ways the fighter couldn't put words to.
"Yes," The words he spoke next were more of a primal need than any desire on his part. "You are my Sacrifice." His catlike ears went halfway back and his tail switched with feelings he couldn't identify.
He wanted this student to tolerate if not like him but was clueless as to why. He shook his head again, the repeated motion doing nothing for his mental state. He really needed to stop taking the medicine he was on, he thought ruefully.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:00 pm
~~Ururu Hisaki *Sleepless*~~  Ururu stared intently at the little boy as he waited for a response. He couldn't imagine what the little boy was going through...he was probably nervous.
"I hope so..." The little boy said as he looked down. Ururu hated the fact that Kichi had problems with commanding him; But he had come to understand how he worked. He knew that Kichi was too pure and too nice to actually fight anyone much less control someone. Ururu liked the fact that Kichi was so pure...it balanced out all the impure and evil he was. He knew that Kichi was pure not just on the surface, but his actions showed it too. Ururu was thankful that his sacrifice was someone so kind...unlike himself.
Ururu finished the last of his food as he stood up and took a step towards the little boy, ruffling his hair.
"Don't worry. I'll be there.." Ururu smiled down to Kichi.
He then stood up straight and stretched, as he walked away and set his dishes in the sink.
"I'm going to take a shower now...I assume you wouldn't want to be late bookworm." He grinned teasingly.
He walked to the bathroom, taking a shower, and getting dressed in his usual clothing in a matter of 10 minutes.
Ururu then grabbed his essential for class: His I-Pod, and his cell phone.
He knew Kichi was in the back probably getting dressed. Ururu looked at the clock on his cell phone...they were probably going to be a couple of minutes late to class.
He called towards the back, "Hey Kichi! Not that I care, but I think if we don't get going we're going to be pretty late."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:11 pm
He laughed softly, actually taking comfort in the fact that Azreal's brother cared.
"I wouldn't want him to be angry with us both then, I suppose." Yuujinchou replied with a slight smile. "I'll be honest... I feel well enough to be up, just not really well enough to do too many things, if that makes sense."
The man tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Tomorrow... I know I'll have recovered almost fully by then."
One violet eyebrow arched up. "Hajimemashite." Ryoji added, knowing that he too should at least display some form of common courtesy and actually go through the lip service of saying it was nice to meet this Shuichi.
But as Rauko-sensei's voice caught his attention, the young man realized that he had gotten, somewhat, the answer he was looking for.
Ryoji bowed slightly to the teacher, "I will try to keep in mind ticks and habits of those I am paired with... for future reference and use."
"I do assure you, Verin... it isn't poisoned." Ginyuushijin whispered with a teasing smirk. "Why waste tea by trying to poison the drinker? Simply unheard of in my opinion." he sighed, setting down the hot cup. "And cowardly. Besides, if it were that easy, then many of those who have opposed me in the past would have died from it." the long haired man waved a hand, as if the conversation was of no concern. "I much prefer to get rid of my enemies in a more personal fashion. Don't you?"
Smiling, Noriko released her hold on Aza's arm and began to walk around the room. Her gaze focused on each and every weapon.
She didn't touch however... only looked.
"I'm glad that you're not foolish enough to put into place a fail safe then." she spoke softly.
(((Translations: Hajimemashite - Nice to meet you )))
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:26 pm
Ruthless
"This is a ruthless world and one must be ruthless to cope with it"
Shuichi's head jerked up at Ryoji's words and made a strange face at the implied insult. One ear popped up while the other stayed flat.
"Mind ticks?" He straightened to his full height and crossed his arms, but that was about as far as he got before his anger just washed away.
"I'll try my best to live up to expectations." With a bow, the student picked a desk seemingly at random, tail limp to the floor as if he hadn't the strength for prolonged argument. A hand reached back to rub at his back as if it continued to bother him. After a moment, he reached into his bag and pulled out a pile of colorful, patterned paper folding it in a random fashion until he produced a butterfly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 11:55 pm
--Relentless--
"Relentless to survive, Relentless to protect -- Relentless in life."
The two, clearly in their own little world for the moment, seemed to be a team. Well, though he would love to have them fighting as a team, Rauko didn't know anyone else to pair up with. He would not enter this fight without a Sacrifice. It went against what the book said. Since their relationship, partnership, even own mind set of each other wasn't that strong, Rauko could easily partner up with Ryoji. That was, if the Sacrifice still wanted to. Yet, who else would be without a Sacrifice that he could borrow for this lesson? His own brother wasn't here. Yet, there was something else on his mind.
Through this conversation, Rauko had noticed that his name was stinging. No, more than that now. It was near on fire. He didn't know where it was coming from, for it was unlike that of the presence of other Fighters. That was, unless there was one out to kill him in this very room. Glancing around, there was no one here that he seen that held that kind of posture or eye set. His own Sacrifice was close, yet he hadn't found him or her. They were here. Somewhere. Close, very close, yet where?
Pulling his mind away from those thoughts, Rauko nodded towards his student. Though Rauko never showed his true fighting habits here, it was the other students that he was fearing now. If Ryoji learned of everyone's habits here and switched, or was already on the other side of this war, trouble could be coming. Not at Rauko or Azreal, but at the students themselves. Many of which did not know about what was around them now. Possibly one or two, but not those who would be truly targeted. 'Brother just has me nervous. If our enemies are here, why haven't they attacked yet?'
Aza watched her Sacrifice walk around the room before she headed towards the bed. Sitting down on the edge before toeing off her boots, Aza leaned back on the bed with a moan. The bed was soft, perfect for a tired body. Looking up at the daggers hanging down, a sword in each corner and a scythe on each edge, Aza chuckled to herself. Maybe there were just a bit too many weapons up there.
Taking a dagger from her arm, nicely hidden there, Aza tossed it towards the wall closest to the door, the farthest from Nori. It landed it a solid thunk close to five other weapons. Each one was close to the other, so close that not even a piece of hair could pass between the handles and a paper between the lined up edges. If one tried, they could stand on those daggers with a single foot and not fall. They were flat on the top, in the wood solid, and steady. Aza had proved that once, a few years ago.
Verin allowed a smirk. He was always careful though, unless he made it himself. His true father had trained him in all ways of detecting poison. There was only one that Verin couldn't detect, and that was the kind that had to be injected into the blood stream, for it stood out in both drink and food. "I have had a few servants try to assassinate me by means of poison. You must admit that they do act out of their rules at times, especially when they think we aren't paying attention." It wasn't a strike against his knight, for high ranking pieces were never servants, just tools. "Personal and professional is the best way to take down a true enemy. Those who revert to assassination, poison, or any other means are worse than cowards. More like dirt in my taste. Worthy only of dieing." It was a hint. If anyone tried to kill him by means other than straight on and with the point of a weapons or spell in which he could defend himself against, he would kill them without a second thought. Including his queen, if he ever got one.
"Yes, I wouldn't want him angry at us either." Rauko was very scary when angry, pissed, or threatened. Moving the bacon around on the pan, Azreal forced down a chuckle at the memory of Rauko being pissed off his rocker and ready to kill God himself. Just because someone had the intention of harming his brother. That was just a year after they left their father. Though his brother learned how to control that anger, no one was safe when it was released.
"I understand. Don't force yourself, Jin. Even if you have the energy to stand, don't force yourself, please." Azreal was always on who didn't like seeing other's hurt unless it was on the field. For those close to him, he could be rather protective of them, maybe even too motherly. As many had called it when they witnessed the caring side of Azreal.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 4:36 am
We care and act as we see fit, to show our careless wit.Fuki eyed Shun seeing the slight irritation from the mark. "On the base of the neck careless? right?" she blurted out randomly smiling, though blushing slightly out of embaressement. Though she couldn't believe it much, why didn't she detect it back in middle school? That Shun was her fighter? Questions like those ran through her mind as she thought through the memories.We fall into slumber but are never graced with dreamed filled nights Aya glanced at Fuki in slight surprise at her careless words, but he knew that if Shun was her fighter, they were compatible in not only the name but in personality. He sighed as he glaned at Kino who was starring at him, Aya starred back. "Dreamless?" he asked his voice shy as questions also ran through his mind.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:24 pm
"We fall into slumber but are never graced with dreamed filled nights."
Kino eyes grew slightly wide as he touched his back lightly with his hand and nodded his head. "You..have the same mark too?" He asked softly as he stared at Aya in disbelief. Kino was Aya's fighter..Both with the same name in the same place on their bodies. His grandparents told him he would one day meet his sacrifice and fight along side him till the end..but he wasn't expecting it to be a person he met in middle school. "We care and act as we see fit, to show our careless wit."Shun stopped itching his mark, though it still sort of bothered him and looked at Fuki and blinked. "Fuki..How did you know I had a mark there named Careless?" Shun asked as he stared at her. Every since he saw the name, he would ask his mom what it meant but she wouldn't tell him for some reason. It was like his mother was hidng something from him. Something she hoped Shun would never know about until the day he departs the world of the living. (Is it still too short Dea?)
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:48 pm
{Its fine now, Blessed. Thank you. ^^}
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:55 pm
Unable to be fully found, Foundless in an never ending circle. Maki watched as a new commer came in. She watched the exchange of words between the two students. The purple haired boy for some reason irked her, while the pink haired boy reminded her of a younger Loki. She sighed silently as she pushed her self off the wall. She approached Rauko from behind, hugging him. "Rauko-chan!" she said in a chipper voice. "If you need a new partner by change, I'm more than happy to help." she said smiling as she released her hug, walking around to face him.We care and act as we see fit, to show our careless witFuki smiled at Shun's surprised. "Cause I share the same name!" she said like a child who got the exact toy they've been wanting for a long time. Fuki was basically bouncing with happiness by this point, "I was slightly worried that my fighter would be someone I didn't know! We got super lucky, as well as Kino an Aya!" she said smiling as she glomped Shun again her tail switching around in pure happiness.We fall into slumber but are never graced with dreamed filled nights Aya smiled, a true happy smile, instead of his normal shy one he showed people. "Yep. Between the shoulder blades." he said smiling. At Fuki's words he grinned wider. "We really did get lucky." he said smiling. Aya glanced at the school clock tower they had a good ten minutes before class started.
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